C253 A Forced Melon Doesn't Taste Sweet

Mo Lengqing.

Her eyes were like a deep pool of water, reflecting Mo Lengqing's appearance into her mind. However, there was still a trace of coldness at the corner of her mouth.

As if she had a premonition that she would be murmured, Mo Lengqing sneezed.

"Young master, do you have a cold?" Mo Zuo handed over a blanket worriedly.

Even though he knew Mo Lengqing would not want it